Thou seest me Lucia this year droope, Three Zodiaks fill'd more I shall stoope; Let Crutches then provided be To shore up my debilitie. Then while thou laugh'st; Ile, sighing, crie, A Ruine underpropt am I: Do'n will I then my Beadsmans gown, And when so feeble I am grwon, As my weake shoulders cannot beare The burden of a Grashopper: Yet with the bench of aged sires, When I and they keep tearmly fires; With my weake voice Ile sing, or say Some Odes I made of Lucia: Then will I heave my wither'd hand To Jove the Mighty for to stand Thy faithfull friend, and to poure downe Upon thee many a Benizon. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO COLE, THE PAINTER, DEPARTING FOR EUROPE by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE ROMAN ROAD by THOMAS HARDY TO ALFRED TENNYSON by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR TO A GENTLEMAN & LADY ON THE DEATH ... CHILD NAMED AVIS by PHILLIS WHEATLEY BOTHWELL: PART 2 by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN THE ROMAUNT OF MARGRET by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING MY AUTUMN WALK by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT |